Lyrics:

We talk about the poor how they cry for more
But our luxury web don't give a fuck about that
Aha aaha
And those ages think about those generous kings
It's a laughing disease that makes them please
Aha aaha
So open your eyes and see
These are the nineties, nineties
Open your mind and feel
This is the twentieth century
The chemical mist shall kill and twist
But our last patrol shall save it all
Aha aaha
It's money that talks like a stoned whore
But she sticks you in the back if you want to snap
Aha aaha
So open your eyes and see
These are the nineties, nineties
Open your mind and feel
This is the twentieth century